Paladin

The two hurriedly dug out a suitable size in the night, and buried the corpse in it.

Evan looked down at the small grave, closed his eyes, and made a mark on the nearby tree in case he might need to be moved out in the future.

"Don't you pray for him, Elf?" Silver Fire stood beside him, "Nowadays, few people care about the wilderness, even the most devout and selfless paladins of the Holy See..."

"I'm a paladin." Evan replied lightly, "And, my name is Evan Paladin, I don't like people calling me 'Elf', just like you don't like me calling you 'Human' .”

Yinhuo observed him for a long time in astonishment, and said, "I haven't seen an elf paladin for a long time. But I probably understand why you are so obsessed with killing two strangers passing by. As expected, paladins... He really deserves to be the most impartial and selfless professional in the Holy See. Then do you want to pray for him, the kind that lasts until dawn?"

"I thought that, as a member of the Holy See's order, you should have a little respect for the 'brothers in the order', and don't judge others like this, demon hunter." Evan looked at Yinhuo with scrutiny until the latter As if realizing the error in his words, he continued, "I won't pray for him now, because you haven't cleared your name, and he hasn't proved himself either."

Yinhuo's light purple eyes flickered slightly: "What if I refuse to go with you?"

"You can try." Evan looked at him for a moment.

The two confronted each other for a few seconds under the moonlight, and the atmosphere subtly stagnated.

After Evan took a step closer, he was almost close at hand, and the two could clearly see each other's expression and themselves in the pupils.

"I'm on your body... I can still smell the magic breath." Evan said slowly, "I hope, this is just the breath you accidentally picked up during the battle with this mage."

However, at this moment, Evan quickly discovered that the other party's eyes seemed to fall on his lips.

Yinhuo silently turned his gaze away, which seemed to be just a casual glance.

……

After a night of trekking through the mountains, Evan and the mysterious witcher Silverfire arrive at the nearest small town.

This town belongs to the territory of a baron, including the surrounding mountains and the unnamed small fishing village.The population is about five hundred, which is not too large, and includes a small guard of about 120 people recruited by the Baron from nearby villages.

One-third of the town's land is occupied by the baron's manor and small castles, while the rest is divided among civilians, mainly divided into living areas and commercial areas.The periphery is some managed and divided fields.

There are courts among them, but the baron seldom holds a court session, and appeals outside of court hours can only be temporarily submitted to the director of the court—to put it bluntly, the baron has left the position of director of the court vacant for more than ten years.

After understanding the situation, Evan felt a little tricky.

The demon hunter, Yinhuo, stood beside him with plenty of leeway, and even suggested: "In this case, you might as well go to the church and ask for the priest's ruling. The imperial law and the Holy See law have the right to govern the Casa Empire at the same time."

Evan didn't know about this, and after learning about it by accident, he thought: Casa Empire?I haven't heard of it, it should be the empire that rose after I fell asleep.

When the two of Evan were walking on the streets of the town, they almost attracted the attention of everyone.

Almost everyone would stare at Evan for a while, and some bold ones would run out to look at him, and a few children followed them both along the way.

"Mr. Paladin," Yinhuo said in a low voice with a muffled laugh, "you need a hooded cloak, or a mask."

Evan whispered: "I don't like the feeling of attention at all, it's just... I don't have money."

Yinhuo: "... what?"

The paladin took a deep breath, and walked quickly on his long legs without saying a word.

They walked to the only church here, and a young monk inside told them regretfully: the priest here just set off a day ago to preach and baptize the village in the mountains, and it may take a few days to return.

During this period, the monk frequently looked at Evan's elf long ears, and apologized to him with a flushed face after realizing his impoliteness.

Evan thought to himself: Forget it, just get used to it.

The paladin chatted kindly with the friar for a while, and the friar agreed that they would stay in the church for a while until the priest came back, and said: "Of course, we welcome any brothers and sisters from the church or from other places, but I may need to register Say your names."

He brought a piece of registration paper, which only required a simple name, place of origin and occupation.

Evan hesitated for a moment, and wrote: Evan Paladin, (empty), paladin.

He originally thought that his writing in this way was simple enough, but the Yinhuo next to him was flying like a phoenix, and he wrote more briefly: Yinhuo, it's gone.

After the young monk took back the registration form, he smiled in surprise and said with full respect: "Ah, it turns out that you are a paladin. It is an honor to receive you. Please come with me. I will arrange a place for you to stay. I We will try to put you together as much as possible."

Evan was saying, "No, we actually..."

Yinhuo had already finished speaking first: "Thank you!"

Evan: "..."

The monk arranged them in two adjacent rooms separated by a wooden screen.

Evan let out a breath, made the bed briefly, then got up without saying a word and walked to the backyard, fetching two buckets of water.

The paladin took off the plate armor one by one, and it was obviously not easy for the wearer to untie those intricately interlocking parts. It took Evan a little time to remove the breastplate, leg armor, wrist guards and belt. Untie it all.

In the end, he only had a white undershirt and underpants on his body, and after pouring down a bucket of water casually, his whole body was wet.

Evan wiped his face, unbuttoned his shirt, paused for a moment, and saw that all the scars he had left had disappeared—perhaps it was the life force of ancient amber that wiped them all away.

At this moment, the blood elf showed a fair and slender figure, not so much a paladin, but more like a pampered noble knight.He has broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his figure is extremely smooth. Now there is a thin layer of moisture on his skin, but he has a seductive masculine breath.

His blond hair had grown a little, thought to have grown very slowly in the amber.Evan had to push his hair back, feeling it poke into his back.

While thinking about it with a headache, Evan suddenly heard a tapping sound behind him.

Silver Fire tapped lightly on the wooden doorpost, seeing Evan turn around and notice him, he threw the hair tie in his hand casually.

Evan reached out to catch it, saw that it was a simple white hairband, took another look at Yinhuo, and began to tie his own hair clumsily.

Yinhuo leaned back against the wall, watching Evan's movements, his light purple eyes faintly deepened.

……

That night, Evan went to bed early.He was indeed tired from his hasty departure the night before.

In the middle of the night, a light figure quietly left from the next door.

Lying on the bed, Evan slowly opened his eyes, touched the Phoenix Twin Blades beside him, but did not pick it up, but quietly walked behind the screen and listened carefully for a while.

He heard the sound of someone getting up and leaving, but he also heard the sound of slow breathing from the next door.

The blood elf narrowed his eyes. In this silent night, he suddenly felt a familiar breath—the breath of magical power.

……

The door of an unremarkable farmhouse in a small town was suddenly pushed open lightly.

The apprentice standing by the oil lamp called out in surprise, "Teacher, you are back."

The person who came nodded and took off his hood, revealing a familiar face.

The apprentice asked in confusion: "Teacher, are you in trouble? I'm ready to evacuate here today, why don't we go to the next place to search?"

The visitor said in a low voice: "No, you go back first. I found something unexpected. Gray-robed Gray is indeed in this area, but..."

He paused for a moment, and suddenly ordered: "Go and get my mystery bag, my spell-casting materials have been destroyed by the silver fire - the body of this hunter is now buried in the mountain, and I left fluorescent dust , you immediately hire a few rogue thugs to look for it, and make sure to clean up that corpse."

The apprentice nodded repeatedly, and took out a small money bag from the hidden compartment in the house, which was closed with a golden silk thread.

The visitor opened his pocket and took a look, then put it in his sleeve, walked quickly to the table, waved his hand casually——

The uneven tabletop gradually changed its appearance, and letter paper, pen and ink, and some notes gradually changed on it.

The visitor didn't wait for everything to be revealed, so he picked up the quill and wrote in cipher text on the letter paper: [The ancient amber has been opened, I will give priority to tracking and capturing the gray-robed Gray. 】

These words disappeared quickly after they were written, and the visitor dipped his ink again and continued to write: [The owner of the phoenix in the amber has disappeared, and I have met a suspicious object...]

However, when he wrote this, he pondered for a while, and quickly crossed out this sentence with ink.

The handwriting quickly disappeared without a trace on the letter paper. He carefully rolled up the letter paper, stuffed it into a small wooden tube, and handed it to the apprentice, saying, "You should return immediately and find the Thorium Council at the underground meeting in East Bierrance." Messenger, deliver my letter to Lord Falenmere."

The apprentice put the letter in the hidden compartment of his belt, and Su Rong said: "I understand, teacher. How long are you going to stay in the Diocese of Sebilon?"

"It can be as short as a few days, or as long as half a month." The man said, "I must confirm the location of Gray Robe Gray's phylactery to ensure success. Alright, let's set off now, this place will soon...not be so peaceful .”

The apprentice saluted respectfully, put on his hood, and immediately pushed the door open and walked into the night.

The man glanced at the farmhouse again, knocked all the ink and other things on the table to the ground, and whispered two syllables, and black grease slowly began to flow from the table with his right hand, and soon flowed to the ground. on the ground.

He grabbed the oil lamp, and after leaving the house, he threw the oil lamp directly into it.